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A Happy Ending by Murray Dunlap

“How are you doing, Ben?” The camera man crunches down to take advantage of a better upshot. “Well, I’d tell you, but there is a stranger in my house who seems to be filming us,” I say with sincere astonishment. … Continue reading

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The Burial of the Dead, fiction by Murray Dunlap

They shaved his beard for the funeral.  I can’t begin to understand why.  Who told them to do it?  He looked like pink-cheeked drag queen.  But the funniest thing was watching my brothers squirm in that front pew.  The four … Continue reading

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Running Mule Hollow, fiction by Murray Dunlap

The roads in Mule Hollow are long and wide, unfrequented by cars, and in summer months, make for the perfect place to run.  The sides of the road are flat, and a beaten path threading through wild flowers give safe … Continue reading

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Four Day Worry Blues, fiction by Murray Dunlap

Round 1: I’m naked to the waist.  The first blow comes in low and fast.   I weave left, but his fist catches my right oblique.  I spit blood onto bare feet and uppercut with my right.  I miss.  His jab … Continue reading

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Highway 50, fiction by Murray Dunlap

Two AM. Highway 50. Ely, Nevada. We laughed out loud at the Break-a-Heart Hotel in Silver Springs, flew past the Last Chance Saloon in Austin, then passed up the Parsonage House in Eureka. A coyote darted across both lanes a … Continue reading

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Post-War Heat by Murray Dunlap

Slick with sweat, Sweets stops at the cargo train tracks to catch his breath and fan himself with the Mobile Press Register.  He shuffles under the welded arch of the main entrance to the Alabama Dry Docks and a uniformed … Continue reading

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